Rogue wolves
Strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled my nude body to his, I moaned into his mouth and he groaned in need, his hands moved lower and cupped my backside then stilled. I stared in confusion as Brock pulled away.
“Oh God” Brock wailed and I softly held his face.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
“What?” I said softly and his green eyes bore down on me, hard.
“You shouldn’t have done that” he said, annoyance evident in his voice.
“But I……..”
“Shhhh” Brock cut me off, “I can’t do this with you”
“Why?” I asked and he scowled at me.
“You are Logan’s mate for Lycan’s sake, he will even kill me if he finds out I did this” he yelled and stormed off. I sighed, something was definitely wrong with me, I shouldn’t have done that. I grabbed my clothes now shredded to pieces from my shift and put on the ones I can.
I jogged after Brock who had started yo hike back to our makeshift camp. After five minutes, we finally got to the wooden hut that seemed like home to me now. I stole a glance Brock and sighed, he looked furious.
“I am sorry” I said and Brock green eyes met mine. He opened his palms and a small spark of lightning danced across his fingers. I watched in fascination as he hurled the little bolt of lightning at a log and immediately it caught fire and illuminated the night.
“It’s not your fault” he finally said and lay on the ground, “Go inside and rest, I’ll keep watch outside” he said and I nodded, then stopped.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked and he shook his head and waved me off. I shrugged but I felt hurt knowing he was avoiding me. I crashed into the soft bed made of peacock feathers and sighed in contention as my back hit the soft bed. What would Logan be doing now? Would he be looking for me? What would he have done if he found out that I kissed his best friend? The strange thing was that I tried to feel remorse for kissing Brock but it just felt right with him, I tried to keep my eyes open but sank into oblivion.
“I love you Amy, would you be my mate?” Logan asked and I grinned, be an alpha mate, was he kidding, absolutely! I agreed and he kissed me, then Brock walked in and Logan pulled away smiling, but suddenly I couldn’t even catch my breath, the man in front of me looked divine, his green eyes were so piercing it seemed hard to stare at him for long,
“Hey Brock, meet Amelia, we will get mated in a month’s time” he said and Brock nodded and stormed away surprising me, he kissed me again, but I didn’t even feel it all I could think off was the name;
Brock.
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I woke up the next morning to a deep baritone singing and strumming something that sounds like a banjo, yawning and stretching. I opened the hut door to find Brock sitting cross legged and plucking the strings on a roughly made banjo. I just stood there awestruck at the passion with which he sang.
“You can stop watching me” he said and I jumped, how did he know I was_____ Oh! Stupid werewolf senses. Brock set down the banjo and stood, dwarfing me with his height.
“Go fetch your swords, we train today” he snapped and I stared at him in surprise.
“This early?” I asked and he gave me a kind of predatory stare and I raised my hands in defeat.
“Alright grumpy, I’ll go get them” I said and went back to fetch my swords, we ventured into the forest. Brock sauntered ahead not even bothering to check back on me. Was he still angry about last night? But damn it! It was hard to concentrate when you were on top of a hot nude guy. Brock suddenly stopped and I jogged up beside him.
“What is it?” I asked and he turned to me briefly then pulled out his sword, I did the same.
“Vincent boys” he said curtly and I raised my hands in frustration.
“Who the hell is Vincent?” I asked and Brock tensed, he pushed me behind me and thrust out his sword in front of him, then so fast that my eye couldn’t track it, he whipped his sword in an upward arc, I almost screamed as a head flew off a body. Brock face was stoic as if he didn’t just cut someone’s head from the body, he turned in time to block another sword thrust and countered with a stab.
“Run!” He yelled, I took off but turned to see, rogue Quintus werewolves swarming into view surrounding Brock, one stabbed him in the abdomen and he roared
“Brock!” I yelled in concern and he pushed back his attackers, he turned to me and I could see lightning dancing around his now yellow eyes.
“Go!” He roared, his voice thick with his wolf, I turned and ran while behind me I heard an explosion and knew Brock has blasted them with lightning. I ran until I reached our makeshift hut and rushed in, Brock had built a fence around it that crackled with lightning and kept invaders at bay, I reached to close the fence gate when a hand stopped me and pushed me back, I fell on my butt to see a Quintus rogue sneer at me.
“You look fresh huh, maybe I’ll rape you then throw your body to the lions after I kill you” he growled and grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground, panic flared up inside me and I almost screamed when Brock’s training kicked in. I slammed my knee into his groin and he cried out in pain, I used the same momentum to quickly get to my feet and pulled my sword.
“Touch me again, and you’ll breath your last breath” I growled and he got to his feet and grinned and pulled out his sword, a big wicked serrated thing.
“I’ll just kill you then, but before I kill I want you to know that your bodyguard beta is never gonna survive. I stared at him in fear, was he saying the truth? Is Brock going to die? Hot fury rose up in me and I charged with one thing in my mind.
Brock is not going to Die